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Fate: Final Hours of a Jedi Master

(GM'ing you a bit since you said that was okay Connor!)
@Connnor Harrison | [member="Sochi Ru"]

She moved with that same lithe grace.

The death of the Togruta, the stilling of her life, it created a rush within Nemene that could only be achieved through the darkside of the force. Energy crackled across her skin, her eyes became alight with power, and her body seemed to vibrate as the other Jedi charged at her.

She moved like a strand of silk within the wind.

Her body twisted, lithely pulling free from the Jedi's lungs. Her off hand came up, a push of the force slamming into the Jedi. The man was tossed against the bulkhead, a rough dent forming within the thin sheet metal. Nemene let out a giggling laugh and her palm slid down, crackling electricity pouring from her hand, surging into the Jedi to the delicious sounds of his screams.

He crumpled against the floor, subdued for the moment.

The loud thrum of Sochi's lightsaber continued to ring out within the hallway. Nemene stepped with bare feet onto Sochi's chest as she crossed over to Connor, squatting beside him. “Remember this, Jedi.”

Her voice was a purr.

“Remember me.” A soft Kiss on his cheek, and the Sith Lord stood.

She still had to escape the ship, but that was a simple matter. For half a second more she stood there, the lightsaber loudly thrumming, then she disappeared, a blur of motion.
 
Life is pleasant, and death is peaceful. But its the transition thats troublesome...
It should be every Jedi's mission to live a life of so much servitude that upon death they reunite with the very entity that birthed them in the first place.

It must be considered that to be a Jedi doesn't mean one is invincible, its simply a higher spiritual calling. Wielders of the Force are just as much an individual as any other, and they bleed...feel...and live surely as others do. This means they are prone to making mistakes...

In truth, Ru had served a very fruitful career. She didn't fear death, she feared being left out of the loop. This fear she failed to conquer led to her demise...or did it? She had been called back home, and she had been called to do a even bigger bidding than before,

A lifeless carcass of what once was, laid still with the silence of nothing surround it; the Togruta. For seconds, she remained....but after time had expired her physical body faded into nothing, and her robes fell to the ground into a pile.

She had become one with the Force.

[member="Nemene"] | [member="Connor Harrison"]
 

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